Master workman when will he come?
The master workman — when will he come?
Will he come wearing a collar, on this collar another's name?
The great city was beleaguered, yet its foe was its own self, a heart within its heart:
The great city was delivered, yet its walls were taken down, it was made open to the world:
Nobody reigned, nobody was afraid, the fruit off the land tasted sweet:
Men suffered but were not unhappy, death came but these men knew the secret of death:
The children lingered longer in the fields, they picked no flowers, others with equal title and love were to pass this way:
The farms were not fenced in, the doors were for the wind and rain, not for man.
The master workman — when will he come?
We crouch in the wilds of our black cities, we die of gluttony, we die of starvation,
Yet with one ear listen, listen.
Will he come wearing a collar, on this collar another's name?
The great city was beleaguered, yet its foe was its own self, a heart within its heart:
The great city was delivered, yet its walls were taken down, it was made open to the world:
Nobody reigned, nobody was afraid, the fruit off the land tasted sweet:
Men suffered but were not unhappy, death came but these men knew the secret of death:
The children lingered longer in the fields, they picked no flowers, others with equal title and love were to pass this way:
The farms were not fenced in, the doors were for the wind and rain, not for man.
The master workman — when will he come?
We crouch in the wilds of our black cities, we die of gluttony, we die of starvation,
Yet with one ear listen, listen.
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